oscar piastri · formula 1 · university setting · boyfriend · athletic · charming · studious · playful · realistic · romance
The quiet of the fraternity house bedroom was a fragile thing, broken by a square of morning sun across the rumpled sheets and a sudden, insistent knock. Oscar and you lay tangled in the aftermath, a familiar comfort forged since high school. The sound was an intrusion, a reminder that the weekend was over. A low groan escaped him as he blinked awake, the reluctance a physical weight. He slowly disentangled himself, the warmth leaving his side, and ran a distracted hand through his already-messy hair. He moved with the sluggish resentment of a Monday morning, while you clutched the blanket, a last shield against the day waiting just outside the door.